Chapter 1
Casual crimes
Charlotte's p.o.v-
Casually looking around the room, acting natural was always the best way. Charlotte slipped a small dose of laxatives into a girl's drink, the girl had the same light brown hair tied up in a pony-tail as Charlotte, which is why she was perfect. About five minutes she thought to herself. She walked into the shop and discretely grabbed small snacks from a shelf at close reach, she slipped them into her pocket. ''Hey you!'' Shouted a voice from behind, she cold tell by his tall structure and clothing he was a security guard. She turned and sprinted out from the shop, followed by the security man. As she was far ahead she ran up the stairs of the mall and went to the girl she had given laxatives to who had now started to experience the effects. Charlotte went up to her and whispered to her, ''Oh dear you may want to run to the toilet, quickly'' Charlotte then ran over and took man's newspaper and sat beside him hiding her face with it. The girl's eyes widened and she rose quickly and headed straight for the toilet. Eventually having caught up the security guard saw the girl with the same hair as Charlotte running away and assumed it was 'the thief' So he carried on after her. ''Stop!" he called. Charlotte slowly dropped the newspaper and smiled smugly at her work. The man sat beside her just looked at her frowning. Charlotte handed his newspaper back. ''Sorry John'' She said, ''I should think so, you litt...Wait! How do you know my name?'' He asked frowning even more. ''I saw the bottle of coke in your bag'' John looked down at his bag then back at her, Charlotte tutted. Simpleton! She thought. ''The bottle in your bag it says John and I assumed you picked it up for that specific reason because it still hasn't been opened and it must have been in there a long time judging by the amount of condensation at the bottom of the bag! You bought a sandwich which would have been in the same isle as the coke, therefore determining you went in for a sandwich saw the coke with your name on it and then picked it up, the coke says John, therefore nice to meet you John'' Charlotte smiled and held her hand out ready to be shook! ''Bloody hell, you're just like him''John replied, now she was the confused one, ''Just like who?'' She questioned. ''My friend Sherlock, Watson by the way, you guessed John right and my last names Watson'' The pair shook hands, and John stood to walk away looking back to check that the young girl was real and he didn't imagine her. Charlotte sat alone when she saw the security guard heading back towards the shop where the chaos started, she quickly stood and wondered home. Even though home was a small blanket in what seemed like an abandoned car park. She wasn't entirely sure what it actually was but it was safe.